#PT.2

[lovelyhellokitty]

マスコットホルダー(なかよちおむちゅ)

[randofics]

Hey, sorry to bother you. Is there any chance you could do some more writing on the fic about being able to reach where the bots can't? Maybe them seeking out more and more chances to get help with it so they can feel them again (once again sorry to bother im not used to doing asks lol)

My first ask that I've actually finished! It took a few days, but I got it done. Hope you enjoy this anon!

Being able to reach where the bots can't Pt.2

After the men on base found out you could squeeze into Optimus's engine space and reach where they couldn't, they would call on you for assistance quite often.

Once after a battle, they were giving Optimus a thorough lookover for any serious damage when someone spotted leaking enerjon pooling underneath him. There was enough for everyone to get a bit worried. One guy spotted you walking into the hangar and yelled for you. The tone of his voice was enough for your happy face to twist with worry.

You sprinted over and bent down to look where they were pointing. Heart tightening at the sight, without hesitation, you slid underneath him to look. Finding a dripping trail of the blue fluid, you sat up on your knees and leaned against the inside of his wheel. "I need some electrical tape!" A hand tapped your side, and you grabbed the roll immediately, pulling out a long strip and tearing it off with your teeth.

Reaching up, you felt for the torn cables and hoses. Finding a matching pair, you quickly pressed the open ends together and wrapped them tightly to seal them. You did that for the other ones till you didn't see any more bleeding. Your heart racing in your chest, you leaned back against the inside of his wheel again and asked for a clean cloth. You wiped your hands clean and gently cleaned any surface of his engine that had drying enerjon.

His shocks creaked as the tension in his frame was released. The cables still hurt, but with your gentle touch, that was quickly forgotten.

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Crosshairs didn't like the feeling of things stuck in his plating, but if it meant possibly getting you to touch him in order to remove it, then he could tolerate it. Now he didn't do it on purpose it really was accidental. Nevertheless, he called you over for some assistance in removing the offending plant matter.

Once again, you leaned over into his engine space and felt around for anything out of place. Feeling the soft texture of a leaf, you touched your way down to the branch it was attached to and gave it a tug. You managed to pull it free, but the end was broken off somewhere inside the mechanics of his engine.

He was too low to the ground for you to slip underneath, so you called another person nearby to get you a set of carjacks. A minute or two later, they ran up with two heavy jacks in hand. Laying on the concrete, you felt underneath his bumper for parts of his frame you could use to lift him. Sliding the jacks into position, you cranked them both a bit at a time till his front end was up high enough for you to safely slip underneath.

Flashlight in hand, you scanned the underside of his engine for the green of leaves. Spotting one poking out, you slowly pulled it till the rest of the branch came free. "Is that all of it?"

"Yeah, that feels like all of it." With that, you slid out from underneath him tossing the branch to the side and starting to release the jacks. They slowly racked down till he was on his wheels, and you pulled them away.

He transformed and tested his movements a bit. With a grumbled thank you from him, you went on with your previous work.

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Bumblebee had a plan in motion. He'd purposefully gotten dirty so you would help clean him. He waited outside the hangar for you to arrive and honked his horn to grab your attention.

When you saw him rolling towards you, absolutely caked in mud, you had to do a double take. "What in the world did you get into bee?" You chuckle, shaking your head at his antics.

"Can you.. wash.. me?"

"You have a wash station inside bee. Why do you want me to wash you?"

A voice clearly from an old movie answered you. "It's gotten old darling"

"So you just want to change things up a bit?"

A happy whirring answered you. You sighed. "Well, I suppose I have the time. Just park by the wash station so the hose can reach you. I'll grab some stuff."

"So, do you want the water cold or hot?"

🎶"Shawty fire burnin' fire burnin'."🎶

You let out a snort at his music reference. "Ok, hot it is." You sprayed him down, trying to remove as much dried mud as possible before using the sponges. Surprisingly, you got almost everything off with the hose alone. Dunking a sponge into your bucket of warm soapy water, you splashed soap over his hood, following behind with circular motions. Scrubbing anything too stubborn with a wet cloth.

He was definitely enjoying this. Your hands all over him and the warm water running over his plating. It was over too soon, though, and you dumped the bucket in the nearby drain after giving him a thorough spray down to remove any leftover suds.

"Sorry bee, you'll have to get your undercarriage cleaned in the wash station. It's too hard for me to wash under there."

"That's alright."

He watched you walk away through a set of double doors nearby and then drove into the wash station, letting it blast his undercarriage with cool water.

You chuckled to yourself as you walked down the hallway. You knew exactly why he'd gotten so dirty, and you thought it was cute how he tried to play it off.

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Rachet had gone out with Bumblebee and Raf after Optimus suggested he take a break from the deskwork to stretch his "legs". He'd grumbled about it but relented. When he returned, there was some mud splattered on his plates that he didn't pay any mind to. When Arcee commented on it, he brushed her off, saying that he'd get cleaned up later.

You arrived at base after bee picked you up from work. And as soon as you saw the grumpy medic standing at his desk with mud on his white and rusty red paint, you rolled your eyes. Figures he'd be too engrossed in work to even shower.

Motherly instincts taking over you called his name with no response. A little louder the second time. "Rachet!" He didn't look at you, but this time, he answered. "What? I'm busy!"

"You need to wash off."

"Can't right now, there's too much to do."

"Rachet, I will spray you if I have to."

"Sorry, still too busy."

You let out an annoyed growl. Then, an idea popped into your head. You ran off to find some tools.

Slightly out of breath, you placed the buckets on the floor behind rachet and dragged an extra long hose to the same spot after hooking it to a nearby spicket. Turning on the water, you ran to the end with the spray nozzle and, without warning, sprayed him in the back. He jumped, letting out a yelp at the cold water. Whipping around, he glared down at you.

"Hey, I tried to warn you. Now transform so I can get all that dry mud off you." He rolled his optics, letting out a grumble of annoyance. Relenting, he transformed, and you smiled in satisfaction.

"Just be quick about it." You got to work spraying him down and sudsing him up. You had to sit on your knees on his tire to reach the center of his hood. Your chest pressing into him as you reached for the awkward spot. Internally, he was freaking out about it.

This definitely felt nicer than the wash station, though, and eventually, he was relaxing on his shocks, enjoying your thorough cleaning.

Once you'd finished his chassis and tires, you put on some swimming goggles and slid under his side. He'd been so entranced by your touch on his panels that he hadn't even noticed you slip underneath him. When he felt your touch on his undercarriage, he jolted forward an inch in surprise.

"Woah, Rachet!"

"Sorry, I didn't realize you were under there." He tried to speak as normal as possible, but you noticed the slight crack in his voice. Gently, you started scrubbing the cables and other parts that made up his undercarriage. You immediately took note of how tense he'd become and listened to any sounds he made.

He kept as quiet as possible, but he was definitely feeling things he hadn't in a few centuries. Luckily, no one was in the main room of the base at the moment. Even so, he didn't want you or anyone else to hear the noises his body was trying to produce.

You could, every once in a while, make out stifled grunts and groans, which made you grin mischievously. Eventually, though, you had completely cleaned every inch of his undercarriage that your small hands and the cloth you used would allow. So reluctantly, you slid out from under him soaked with soap and grime all over.

You stretched, removing the goggles and ringing out some water from the bottom of your shirt. "Woo! Now I need a shower." He transforms, looking himself over for a moment. "Ahem, thank you, y/n." He held his fisted servo over his mouth, looking anywhere but at you. "I could tell you enjoyed yourself." He looked at you wide optics, and you grinned up at him, giving a wink and walking away to take a shower of your own.

[yourtypicalhopelessgay]

Let’s go!! Might not be volume 10, but manifested ponytail Yang in something rwby lol. Also the muscles too!! She looks so good

[k4t-js-bcs]

"Just hold me"

just say that you're gay

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Safe pt.2 | {SabiGiyuu}

part 1

Theme: Floofy angst

Note: fun fact! i hc that sabigiyuu had their first kiss be4 final selection and end up adding it as a small background touch in a lot of my oneshots/AU's (some of y'all already know this but whatever)

shorter than Sabito's life-span 🩷

Requested!

×××

The day for Final Selection had finally arrived. Giyuu was both vibrating with ecstatic anticipation and a giddy nervousness as he was handed the katana he would use. Urokodaki waved him and Sabito off after a lengthy hug and they set off on their way towards the mountain.

"Are you sure we'll make it?" Giyuu asked, his hand opening and closing around his katana handle. 

"I'm sure we will," Sabito assured him with a smile that made Giyuu melt. "And if either of—or neither of us—don't make it, at least we tried, right? Besides, we'll be together no matter what." 

"But if one of us dies and the other doesn't... we won't be together," Giyuu mumbled with a frown.

"Yeah, well, how about I give you something, then?" Sabito asked.

They had reached the site, the heavy scent of wisteria making Giyuu bring a hand up to his nose, covering it momentarily. There were lanterns scattered about and the purple flowers seemed to glow iridescently around them as night fell, the sky overhead barely visible through the trees.

"What do you mean?" Giyuu asked, turning to him with a curious gaze.

Sabito smiled, tugging Giyuu's hand towards him, pulling him forward. He brought Giyuu's hand up to his mouth, placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles. Giyuu flushed. "S...Sabito?"

"Giyuu, if you die, I will never forget you. Never. And if I die, just know that I always loved you, alright?" Sabito said, cradling Giyuu's hand and pulling him closer by his waist. 

Love. He loved him.

"I... I'll... I'll always love you too," Giyuu murmured, resting his forehead against Sabito's, a small smile curving his lips up. His cheeks were flushed pink, which had nothing to do with the breeze that swooped through the clearing.

The chatter of the people slowly entering around them faded as Sabito's hands lifted, cupping Giyuu's face. Their eyes met and for a moment, it was just the two of them, together, together. They were safe, Giyuu was safe, Sabito was safety. And he loved him, and Sabito loved him, and Giyuu loved him, and... and it was alright.

Sabito's eyes fluttered close and Giyuu hesitated. Then Sabito was leaning closer and all Giyuu could comprehend was lips against his own, his eyes shutting, leaving him with only the sense of the sweet taste of Sabito's mouth. Until it was pulled away and he longed for more, but he knew it was not the time. 

Sabito smiled gently at him and dropped his hands down, holding Giyuu's in his own. 

"Forever, okay?" Sabito said reassuringly. "I love you forever."

"I... I love you too," Giyuu whispered, breathless. 

Sabito, against the purple light of the flowers and lanterns, Sabito, all his. He looked lovely. Like an angel. Sometimes, Sabito would talk about his scar detracting from himself. But the scar meant nothing. It was just another line in this... masterpiece of a boy. 

"I love you so much," Giyuu mumbled.

Sabito kissed his cheek then let go of one of his hands, pulling him towards the arc which stretched over the entrance to Final Selection.

×××

In the end, it didn't matter how strong or how much love there had been before. It didn't actually matter. Not when it was life and death, not when you were being tested to fight with your life and the test could just as well kill you. Not when it did kill you.

One second, Sabito was by his side. The next Giyuu had woken up. Final Selection had ended, somehow. He didn't know what happened. He looked for Sabito.

There was someone there—Murata. He said... He said that Giyuu had gotten hurt, that Sabito had come in to assist. That in the end, there was only one demon left in all of Final Selection. But that final demon had killed Sabito. That nobody—nobody—else had died. Except Sabito.

Sabito.

Giyuu didn't believe it. He couldn't believe it. How could he have been... how could he have been so useless? So...

And.

And all he could think of was how he could never be happy again, how he could never feel Sabito's hands in his own, wake up to Sabito's voice, sink into Sabito's arms. 

How could he be so selfish? How could he be so selfish?!

Giyuu trudged home alone. He was alone. Again. All over again. And it was his fault, it was all his fault—

Urokodaki greeted him. There was no Sabito there, and the absence was evident.

There was a brief moment of comfort. Or maybe it was longer. Whatever it was, it was gone much too fast. It was nothing if Sabito wasn't there.

Giyuu retired to his room. The empty one. The extra futon, still not made. Sabito's extra kimono folded neatly by the side. Giyuu buried himself under the covers. Then he was crying. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't do anything. He was all alone.

He woke up at night, once. His eyes caught onto the sight of Sabito's kimono in the darkness. He crawled over to it, avoiding Sabito's futon. He unfolded the kimono, letting it drape over his knees. He took off his own, slipping on some of the clothing Urokodaki had provided the two. 

He crept through the house, finding a drawer with supplies. He took scissors, thread, and a needle. Then he went back to his room, shut the door quietly, and sat down. He cut slowly, carefully. It couldn't be undone if he messed up.

He cut across the middle of his, and then Sabito's kimonos. He threaded the needle and placed the two kimonos side by side. He hemmed the edges of the left side of Sabito's kimono and the right of his own. Then sewed the two together. He ignored the sting when he pricked his fingers from carelessness, focusing only on sewing. It was a slow process, he didn't know if it would work.

By morning, he had finally finished. Light was streaming through the window and he rubbed his eyes, forcing himself to ignore the tiredness. 

There was a knock at the door. Giyuu shoved the things under his blanket and gave a half hearted hum in response.

The door opened and Urokodaki peeked in.

"...You didn't sleep, did you?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.

"I... I did," Giyuu lied. "I just need time to catch up with sleeping..."

Urokodaki obviously didn't believe him, but nodded nevertheless. "Your uniform has been tailored and arrived. Your katana will come in a couple days."

Giyuu gave a quick nod. "Okay."

"I'll... make breakfast for the tw-... you," Urokodaki murmured, handing him the uniform then shutting the door and leaving.

Giyuu let out a breath. He changed into his uniform, then lifted the haori he'd constructed, eyes tracing over the haphazardly cut line. He frowned slightly. It would have to do. It was better than it might've been, had he not watched Tsutako sew for hours sometimes in the past. He pulled it on slowly, gaze staying on the hexagonal pattern for a moment.

Then he stood, put away his things, and walked out.

If Urokodaki noticed the haori, he said nothing. There was nothing to say. Sabito wasn't there anymore; it didn't matter anymore. Nothing did. Except Sabito.

×××

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when you dont feel like writing a good ending:

and-

listening to sad-ish romance songs while writing angst>>>>>>>>

[cutepinkloves]

[madhighlows]

"But, too often we neglect that part of ourselves in favor of others. And by the time we realize just how important it is, we find ourselves with fewer folks around to practice with."

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

I have seen the demon's face I have heard of her death place I fall down on my knees In praise of the... Horrible things that took her away

And death climbs up the steps one by one To give you the rose That's been burnt by her son

Point me to the sky above I can't get there on my own Walk me to the graveyard Dig up her bones

𝔐𝔦𝔰𝔣𝔦𝔱𝔰 – 𝔇𝔦𝔤 𝔘𝔭 ℌ𝔢𝔯 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰

[ssturniolo]

Gotcha

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - gore, vomit, fear, crying, funeral, scene in church, may disturb idk. (Sorry I didn’t proofread this)

Clinging to Matt for dear life, I sob into his shirt, completely relying on him to keep me stable. Ever since finding Madi and Laura dead, I’ve been a complete wreck. Well… we all have. Now at their funeral, I can’t keep it together, constantly going weak in the knees needing Matt for support.

I’m currently sitting in between Nick and Matt, watching tears stream down their faces through my own blurry vision. Every time I close my eyes I’m haunted by the image of Madi and Laura hanging there, limp and lifeless. And on top of it all, Nick keeps checking his phone and looking around alarmed, which is currently scaring the shit out of me. But I’m helpless. I can’t do anything but cling to Matt and stare at the floor, terrified to close my eyes.

Through all of this I can’t help wonder, who would do this? And why?

Nicks POV:

I’ve been receiving horrifying messages all day from an unknown number. I thought it was just a sick joke until the texts started listing where I was and what I’m doing.

Unknown number: Madison and Laura’s funeral, 3rd row, crying. (2 minutes ago)

Quickly growing alarmed, I excuse myself from the pew, speed-walking towards the bathroom. I groan realizing it’s not a single but enter anyway.

First mistake,

Separating from the crowd.

Leaning over one of the sinks, I glance over at my phone as the screen lights up. What I read sends unimaginable terror through my body.

Unknown number: I see you. (1s ago)

My head shoots up, gasping as I see a masked figure behind me in the reflection of the mirror.

“Gotcha” an all-to recognizable voice whispers. But before I can move or even scream, everything goes black.

Y/n’s POV:

After about 10 minutes of Nick being gone, Chris goes to check on him. Not even two minutes after Chris left, a blood curdling scream comes from the bathroom. I lock eyes with Matt, concern written through his feature before rushing to Chris.

Barging into the bathroom, I stop in my tracks.

Nick.

This can’t be real.

Nicks body lays on the floor, covered in blood. Well… most of his body. I don’t even want to know where his head is. I turn back to Matt and Chris, heart breaking as they sob in each others arms.

Stumbling out of the bathroom, I vomit on the floor as fat tears roll down my cheeks. Why Nick? He was always the light, the only person who seemed to understand me 100% of the time.

I feel myself being lifted to my feet by someone. Nate.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok. We need to go now” he says urgently, earning a questioning look from me.

Pointing through the doorway to the bathroom mirror, I see it.

Written in blood in bold letters, the mirror reads: ‘who’s next?’

Well shit, this wasn’t a coincidence. We’re being targeted.

To be continued…

[hellosweetmelody]

Some more icons of the lovely Wish Me Mell

[homosherb]

“she was, by all accounts, the most gorgeous woman who ever lived.” ok dyke, the sequel.

[captain-redchar]

Drunk...🥴 pt.2

[ig]

[xxlady-lunaxx]

''Hey, you're okay..'' Pt. 2 | {SaneGiyuu}

Theme: Fluff+angst+more fluff

Note: <33 yes tyty :3 I'll do the all that 'cept the smut bc I'm shit at that (like maybe in the future i'll try on a diff acc but not now no no no.. 😶 I'll stick to reading it for now (haven't in a long time tho 💀))

Prev:

He realized how close he was to Giyuu. Both the Hashira turned red at the realization but neither moved. Sanemi's hand was on Giyuu's cheek, having been inspecting the burnt lip, and the hand slowly brushed Giyuu's mouth lightly, carefully. Their gazes met and their eyes fluttered shut as Giyuu leaned down ever so slightly, closing the space between them.

Sanemi wrapped his arms around Giyuu, the tea cups forgotten on the floor. Their lips interlocked and they moved in sync, their bodies, their mouths, their breath. Sanemi's hands laced through Giyuu's thick hair, pulling him towards himself like a magnet. They only parted when Giyuu felt the need to draw up for air and the two Hashira gazed at each other in a sort of daze. Then, quickly realizing what happened, both scrambled back, flushed.

"E-Eh, sorry," Sanemi muttered quickly, getting up. "I'll.. go wet a cloth for you lip."

Giyuu nodded a little too quickly and once Sanemi had left, he buried his face in the bed sheets, embarrassed. Had he just kissed Sanemi..?

And then Sanemi was back with a towel. He crouched next to Giyuu and held it to him, not exactly meeting his eyes. The two sat silently, Giyuu tending to his lip and Sanemi drinking his tea to avoid having to say something. Finally, though, Giyuu said, "W..why did you kiss me?"—except that onnly made everything 100 times more awkward and he quickly relapsed into silence.

Sanemi eventually responded though, feeling he shouldn't just leave Giyuu hanging. "Because... uh.. Well, why did you not push me away?"

Giyuu turned bright red and said nothing for a moment, leaving Sanemi to think he shouldn't have said that. But then Giyuu whispered, "I don't know.. I wanted to keep.. uh.. nevermind."

(I keep typing their names wrong help.. I wrote Giuu and Sanmi- 🥲)

He didn't have to continue, because Sanemi knew what he was going to say. He wanted to keep going. And so, Sanemi propped himself up, setting his cup a safe distance away, and scooted closer to Giyuu. He set his hands on Giyuu's shoulders and pulled him in for another kiss, pausing for a fraction of a second incase Giyuu decided against it. When he didn't, he pressed his lips against Giyuu's and kissed him.

Sanemi pulled away, this time, and looked Giyuu in the eye. "Tomioka. Tell me, how do you feel about me?" he asked, going straight to the point.

"Eh?!" Giyuu said, aghast, not having expected that. "I.. Uhm.. Yes?"

Sanemi rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll go first. Tomioka, I like you. Surprisingly, though. Not sure why. But yeah."

"Oh..!" Giyuu's eyes widened and he froze. "You do?"

"Was that not already obvious? We just kissed! Twice! And both times I initiated it!" Sanemi said incredulously.

"Right," Giyuu mumbled. He took a deep breath. "Well, ah, I think I like you as well."

"You think? Give me a forward answer, not a 'I don't know' one," Sanemi huffed, crossing his arms.

"Sorry, I'm just surprised. Well, then, I do like you too," Giyuu corrected, flushing.

"Better. And great. Would you consider being my boyfriend?" Sanemi asked, raising an eyebrow.

Giyuu, still processing what was happening, nodded absently, his mind going blank. Then he blinked and realized what just happened. He turned red and turned away from Sanemi, his face in his hands, his mind only just comprehending all of this. 

Sanemi laughed at his reaction and ruffled his hair then got up. "I'm going to put our tea back in the kitchen before we knock it down, I'll be back."

"Okay." Giyuu curled into a ball and screamed silently in whatever he was feeling right now—overwhelmed from shock, flustered, happy, and so much he didn't know how to translate. Then he felt arms drape around his body and he moved his head slightly to look up. Sanemi smiled down at him and said, "You're so naive when it comes to shit like this, no?"

Giyuu nodded despite himself. He really had no idea what he was supposed to do. Then a thought occured to him. "Are we.. are we even allowed to date? As Hashira and everything..?"

"Of course we are, Uzui literally had three wives!" Sanemi said, exhasperated. He untangled himself from Giyuu to sit next to him.

"But.. his wives aren't Hashira! And they're often with him so he can protect him," Giyuu said, hesitently.

"We're both Hashira, we can protect ourselves. I don't know where all this worry is coming from, but drop it because nobody cares." Sanemi hugged him in an uncharacteristically comforting way and kissed his cheek. "Stop worrying, Tomioka."

(Watch me struggle to write uncharacteristically-)

Giyuu nodded, less reluctant now. He paused, thinking about something. Then he said, his voice quiet, "Could you call me by my first name?"

Sanemi raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Sure, why not?" 

Giyuu smiled slightly, much to Sanemi's surprise, and said, "Could I call you Sanemi?"

His name on Giyuu's mouth was so sweetly said and tender that Sanemi blushed lightly and nodded, turning to face the other way. Giyuu's smile still played on his lips as he nuzzled Sanemi softly. "Thank you."

"For?"

"For helping me earlier with the mission and for everything since then," Giyuu said, relaxing against Sanemi's touch.

"Mm, sure, of course. Hey, To- Uh, Giyuu, do you want out relationship to be known by other people or kept quiet?" Sanemi asked, looking over back at Giyuu.

"What do you want?"

"Whatever you want."

"I- Fine. Well, for now, I want it quiet, I guess. Like, just between us. It makes it more special, in a way. Like a secret only we know," Giyuu said, nodding to himself.

Sanemi smiled at this and cuddled closer to Giyuu. "Of course."

"Thank you."

"Stop saying that it's making me seem ungrateful," Sanemi grumbled.

"Huh? Why?"

"Because only you're say that!" he pointed out, huffing.

A laugh, soft and only for a second but still so wonderful, slipped out of Giyuu's mouth. Sanemi's eyes widened and he turned to look at him. "You know.. your laugh is so pretty," he said, almost in wonder.

"Oh, shut up," Giyuu sighed.

"I'm being honest!"

"Sure."

"Really!"

"Mm.."

"But.. can I ask why I've never seen you laugh or smile before.. before today?" Sanemi asked, suddenly curious.

Giyuu tensed and didn't meet his gaze as he said, "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean," Sanemi said, his voice low. "I'm sorry, is this a touchy subject?"

"No, I.. Well you already know more about me than most people.. There's no harm in telling you, I suppose. Just promise me you won't chastise me or something, okay?" Giyuu said quietly, still not looking at Sanemi.

"Yes, but why would I?" he agreed, more curious than ever.

"Because.. because Tsutako, my sister, and Sabito, my friend, they.. ah.. they both died when I was young and they had both been the people who I cared for the most. I stopped smiling because they were the people who had made me smile, but they were gone now, and.. and I couldn't bear to be happy with both of them dead," Giyuu whispered, his voice so quiet Sanemi had to strain to hear despite their closeness. "That's... that's why I distanced myself from people because I didn't want anyone to get me to be happy when I felt I could never be with both of them gone."

"Oh.. I.. When did that change?" Sanemi said, unsure what to say.

"It didn't."

"You talk about it in past tense, though," he pointed out.

"Well.. it's still in the present."

"Why.. why did you smile and laugh just a minute ago then?"

"I don't know..!" Giyuu said, a hysterical laugh bubbling up in his throat. "I don't know, okay? You just.. just made me happy. I don't know! I don't know, I don't know, I don't know." He started rocking back and forth in a panic, his mind and heart racing. He shut his eyes tightly and his head buried into his knees. He formed himself a protective ball and tears poured down his cheeks as he tried desperately to calm down. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispered, choking on his words. "I'm sorry." 

Sanemi, frozen in shock and confusion, did nothing at first. He used to have random bursts of panic like this—a panic attack, he had been told it was—and he couldn't remember how he'd calmed down. It was.. how had he done it? He breathed deeply, trying to calm himself down. Panicking would make it worse for Giyuu. Nevertheless, his voice was breathless and he struggled to think of what to say. He put a shaky hand on Giyuu's back trying to get him to stop rocking back in forth, the movement making Sanemi sick to the stomach. "G..Giyuu, it's.. it's okay, don't cry. Uh. Uhm." Sanemi's mind drew blank and he didn't know what to do. He watched in desperation as Giyuu continued to cry. 

Then he remembered something. Something vague. Breathing. Control your breathing. Or was that for his training? Could it work here? He'd been taught to control his fear, but that wouldn't help now, so.. So Giyuu should calm down by breathing. 

A distant memory of his mother rocking him back and forth, telling him to breath deeply surfaced in Sanemi's mind. He paused, then nodded to himself. He breathed in and out, calming himself so he could properly help Giyuu. Yes, mother, he thought. I'll do what you did. I'll help Giyuu.

He put his hand on the small of Giyuu's back moving it in circles as his mother had done with him. Sanemi felt Giyuu tense and he decided that he should speak to make sure he knew that it was okay, that he was safe.

He said, "It's alright. It's just me, uh, Sanemi. I.. Breathe deeply, okay? Like, uhm, in and out, and.. you know?" Sanemi realized he was absolute shit at this.

He let out a shaky breath then embraced Giyuu, stopping the rocking momentarily. "Giyuu, it's alright. You can smile and laugh as much as you want and nobody will blame you if you can't. Your sister and friend would love to see you smile as much as I do so don't allow yourself to close off because they would've liked you to be happy and live the life they couldn't, I'm sure. Just.. just breathe in and out. Can you count?" Sanemi said, starting to get the hang of it. His voice came out calmer and steadier than before and he continued. "Put your hand on my chest." He guided Giyuu's hand to his heart and said, "Do you feel my heart? And when my chest lifts and falls?"

He didn't wait for Giyuu to nod and simply went on. "Each time it rises, breath in, each time it goes down, breathe out. Can you do that for me?"

Giyuu, feeling slightly calmer at Sanemi's soothing talk, nodded absently. Sanemi breathed in, and Giyuu felt this and mimicked the movement. The two breathed out together, and after a minute of this, their breaths fell in sync and Giyuu stopped shaking. He would hiccup occasionally, his head still turned away from Sanemi. The room was quiet, filled with only their breathing. 

In and out. In and out. In and out.

Sanemi's arms stayed around Giyuu, holding him in a warm embrace.

In and out. In and out.

Giyuu's body relaxed and his tears stopped falling.

In and out. In and out.

Sanemi sighed softly and he shifted. Giyuu's hand fell from Sanemi's chest and onto his lap.

In and out.

"Thank you," Giyuu whispered. "And sorry."

Sanemi looked up, smiling weakly at Giyuu. "You have nothing to apologize for."

"I don't care," he said, the ghost of a smile lingering on his lips. "Sorry anyways," he repeated. Giyuu leaned onto Sanemi who held him tighter in his arms. 

"I'm not going to accept the apology, then," Sanemi said, his head resting on Giyuu's shoulder. 

Giyuu sighed. "Fine."

Sanemi smiled. "Love you, Giyuu."

Surprised, Giyuu looked up, nearly crashing into Sanemi's head. "Huh-? Oh, sorry-"

Sanemi almost laughed and just scooted away a little so Giyuu could turn without injuring Sanemi. "I said I love you, you idiot."

"Why would you love an idiot?-" Giyuu asked, cocking his head to the side.

"I don't know, I just do," Sanemi said, shrugging.

"Fair enough." Giyuu sat up slightly and leaned over, kissing Sanemi breifly. "Love you too."

Sanemi smiled contently, lifting Giyuu onto his lap. He cuddled him gently and Giyuu made himself comfortable through Sanemi's touch. 

"You know, I panicked when you did because I didn't know what to do," Sanemi admitted, after a moment of silence.

"You did? I thought you did really good," Giyuu said, laying his head down on Sanemi's chest.

"Did you? Thanks. I was worried because I didn't know what to do but then remembered what my mom used to do, so I did that."

"Oh? That's nice," Giyuu said, closing his eyes.

"Are you tired? You should sleep, if you are," Sanemi murmured, resting his own head on Giyuu's.

"What about training?" 

"We can do that later, it's only noon," Sanemi said.

"Alright then," Giyuu said. He settled in Sanemi's arms and slowly drifted off to sleep.

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😋loving the word count (I kept going till I got there on purpose lmao-)

Anyways writing this was so fucking comforting like oml.. <;/3

SORRY I DIDN'T WRITE THIS FOR SO LONG BUT I KEPT GETTING STUCK I'M SORRY

I meant at least I finished, no? 

(for the part where they were panicking, sorry if I wrote it unaccurately, I wrote it from how I've seen it depicted from books/ff's I've read over the time not actual experience (luckily-). Though I guess slightly yes? anyways, yeah, sorry-)

Okay, bye bye <3

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News from Merlin Official?

Year 1 Day 8 Pt.2

No

Yes ✅

They also liked some of the replies they got.

And I'd like to highlight 2:

YES LADS WE GOT 2 MERTHUR COMMENTS.

I mean yeah. Technically it's platonic. They got plausible deniability and all... BUT I DONT CARE

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The Fall - S02E02